Yes, Finally the sequel to Rising Sun is here.
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Chapter One: Pregnant
The full length mirror in the corner of my room was unavoidable. As I slowly pulled a large t-shirt over my head, my eyes wandered back to it over and over.
The bump on my stomache was becoming impossible to ignore.
I was four and a half months into my pregnancy, and I had done a pretty good job of pretending the babies didn't exist so far.
But that was just the problem. It was bad enought that I was having one baby, two was over the top.
"Stupid mutated, abnoramal self." I muttered under my breath.
My jeans were almost to small to fit now, so I forced them on one last time.
Slowly walking over to the window, I stared into the Rising Sun and wished Jacob was home.
"You can't take him out of the pack, they are his family too." I whispered to myself.
Once again, Jacob was on 'duty' as he called it. He often swapped shifts with other members of the pack, so that I wouldn't have to notice his absence.
I was supposed to be asleep now, but my children had woken me up, yet again.
They were getting big now, and they came with other problems too.
I thought back to about three weeks ago.
"Dad! We have been over this! It's as much his fault as it is mine! Maybe you shouldn't be in the house when we are making plans for the babies. Go hunting or something." I muttered angrily, storming across the room to pull my Father's hands away from Jacob's neck.
His grip only tightened, and I lost my temper.
"DAD! LET HIM GO!" I screamed. My hormones were out of control, and stupid tantrumes like this were very common.
Suddenly, everything was shaking, I thought their must have been an earthquake, only I seemed to be the only one shaking.
Dad suddenly dropped Jacob, and they both had their arms around me within the next second.
"Nessie? Renesmee, what's wrong!?" My father demanded.
I tried to ask for help, but the shaking doubled.
"What's happening!" Jacob cried.
I wanted to tell him not to panick, but how could I when I couldn't even tell my Dad to loosen his grip on my arms.
Then, everything went blurry, and I found myself staring at two huge white paws.
"RENESMEE!" Jacob cried out.
"Oh brilliant Jacob you dumb dog!" My father had screeched. "Your DNA inside her has got her phasing as well!"
'So that's it, I have turned into a wolf.' I had thought to myself.
"Yes Renesmee, You have phased because of the amount of Jacob's DNA that is running through your system."
I tried my hardest to keep my emotions under control since then, but being the size of jupiter really didn't help.
Jacob had insisted that I was a gorgeous wolf, but I was worried about what it could do to the babies, so everyone helped to make sure it didn't happen again.
The sun was a little higher in the sky now, it made my engagement ring shine.
I smiled at it, Jacob was the best thing I could possibly have asked for, if I had of known what to ask for anyway.
My children kicked against my stomache, and I smiled lovingly at them.
No matter how annoyed I was at the complication of getting pregnant, I still loved them more than anything.
"There kicking again." I smiled and kissed Jacob's chest.
His warm hands pressed against my stomach.
"Their going to be beautiful, just like their mother." He whispered, kissing my forhead.
I smiled. "We still havn't named them you know. That really is necessary, and Grandad confirmed that one was a boy and the other a girl, so what's stopping us?"
"Okay, well.. I wanted to use my Dad's name, and yours in the middle names." I smiled in the darkness, and pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders.
"I like that idea. I also wanted to use some of the old Quiluete language." He whispered.
"Yes, but I don't know any of it, so that part is up to you."
"What about, Finnikin? It means beautiful miracle."
"Finnikin, Finnikin Edward Billy Black."
"It's perfect." Jacob kissed my head again.
"We still need to name our daughter you know." I smiled.
"Yes, but not tonight."
Shortly after that, we had come up with the name Isaboe.
Isaboe Esme Alice Black and Finnikin Edward Billy Black.
Emmett had thrown a fake tantrum at the lack of his name, Dad had been extatic, Billy had practically thrown a party, Esme had said thankyou nearly a thousand times, Alice had taken me on a huge shopping spree.
And Mum had hugged me for ten minutes straight for the use of her name.
Well, we had changed it a bit, but Isaboe came from Isabella.
I grinned as my werewolf came running into view.
"Jacob." I whispered happily.
I bolted down the stairs, out the door, and strait into his already open arms.